, 1887-02-11
TWISTLETON, Q. G.

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power and influence to put an important
and valuable junior practice In my hands.
Twistleton, q. c., was a hard, selfish
man. In person he was like a badly dried
moth, whose long, old fashioned whiskers
resemblcd the remains of wings. 1t was
of him that 1t was originally said that he
was the living representative OF n tenant
entail after possibility OF issue extinct;
aud there was consequently great surprise
when Twistleton married Lucy Travers,
who, as you will remember, was the belle
of her season. But the Traverses were
not so well off MS they pretended to he,
and Twistleton, as we all know, made his
$1,000 Il year, and had, II anything, an
ever increasing practice in the chancery
division.
Twistleton was undoubtedly II great
lawyer and n man Of strong common sense,
hut he had two fads. He was n believer
In. ghosts and he wrote everything in his
chambers upon a Remington typewriter.
Twistleton and his wife were staying
one June in Norfolk, at Lady Barndore's.
Twistleton was due in town to arguet the
great patent case, concerning sewing ma
chimes, Of Buncombe and another W..
Badger, in the court Of appeals on
Wednesday morning. | expected hin
buck in chambers on the Monday evening,
understanding that he intended rejoining
his wife Mt the end Of the week; for this
case would last at least three days, md
Twistleton was in several other cases on
the list.
About 8 O'Clock on Monday evening |
had dined early at ray club and was en-
gagged noting up Twistleton's papers, when
he came in, with his Gladstone bag and
rug, looking, as I thought, tired and ont
OF spirits. When Twistleton was in town
by himself he always slept at his own
chambers, ms In the old days before he was
married; and his breakfast IA chop and
two eggs was sent in from the Cock.
Twistleton, having heard what Foss,
his clerk, had to say or the subject of re
tanners, dismissed him. Then he slammed
down the windows, which / had opened to
let in whit fresh air there was in Old
square, carefully closed the door, let him
self into the hard chair in front of his
writing table and idly leaned over the
papers which were before him. At length
the outer door was heard to close; Foss
had departed, and Twistleton broke the
silence.
'Penrose, my dear fellow, I'm uncom-
Portable"
Twistleton, l may here remark, was al
ways on the best Of terms with me and
treated me MS a friend, for l believe / was
useful to him. | Ind made great way in
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marry Miss Travers when / saw he was
bent on doing so; but, since his marriage,
/ am not sure that this course of conduct
of mine had been altogether to my advnn-
tage. | looked to him for u further ex-
PLANTATION, which / saw was coming
'Penrosc, my dear fellow; who do you
think is ut Lady Barndore'ss"
shook my head, being entirely in ig-
nornncc.
Charley Colston," replied Twistleton,
trying to carve his whiskers with the pa
per knife. "Charloy Colston."
Poor Charley C~olstonl 1t was well
known that lie had paid his addresses TO
pretty Mrs. Twistleton In former days,
aud report said she had encouraged them.
No wonder Twistlcton was excited. |
knew him to be Of an extremely jealous
nature.
Now mark me, Penrose, - said Twistle-
ton, shaking his finger at me as he would
AT Lord Usher In the appeal court, what
took place yesterday when | was playing
Tennis The whole time, sir, he and she
were talking and chatting together, and
lnughing-yes, laughlngl Perhaps at my
play, for | played ahominnbly; | know it.
l could not bean to see them
rwistleton S tennis was never first rate.
lie had begun to plny too late In life. He
was an annoying partner, us lie always In
sisted on leading, taking all the difficult
strokes, and failing at them. He was Il
still more Objectionable opponent, as lie
was always taking technical objections on
points of practice. Still, however badly
one plays, it is not pleasant TO be laughed
at, even by ones wife. | tried to soothe
Twi,tlcton, but he interrupted me.
Now there Is another point | desire to
urge" Twistleton always spoke as though
he was addressing the court OF appeals.
when | asked my wife to come back to-
day, she point blank refused. What Ito
you think OF think OF that"
Nothing whatever | answered. ''She
has arranged to stay, and you are going
down ON Saturday again. l think you
are making mountains out Of molehills. -
II hope l am, Penrose, l hope / am -
replied Twistleton, m%ournfully; but you
didn't see them-I did" and Twistleton
sighed deeply.
Then the subject dropped, and we got
TO work on n small case. Soon, Twistle-
ton, with II self-complacent smile on his
co%untenance, was playing IN opinion on
his typewriter. 1t was to him, | believe,
rs though each note he struck produced
n deep, mellow tone, and not n capital or
small roman. | can remember when
Twistleton first had his typewriter. In
those days he used to sit at II for hours
practicing, hitting first one note and then
the other, Mt intervals varying between
ten seconds and two or three minutes
every now and then using the most hor-
rible language, rs he put n capital for a
small roman or missed n space. Then his
efforts looked rs though they were the
productions of six drunken printers who
had each taken nm absent comrades work
for the day; and they were always copied
before they went to clients. Now the
machine went click, click, click, evenly
mud merrily. Twistleton was n perfect
master Of IL. | had seen him write it
with his eyes shut. | have no doubt that
il he could have stood on his head, and If
It had been consonant with the dignity of
II queens counsel to do 80, he could have
played his instrument in that posture.
The opinion finished, Twistleton, who
WINS n very methodical man, put II fresh
sheet Of paper in readiness to III
again, folded and signed what he had
written and N me goodnight. His last
words 10 me We're.
Il hope you are right about Charley
Colstom.
u nin sure of IT,, IS | said.
"a wish | were"
To morrow we were to have II long day
At Euncnmhc vs.. Badger. When | ar
rived in the morning Twistlcton was Mt
breakfast. | no sooner entered than he
set down his egg spoon, and, rushing at
me with a piece OF paper, thrust 1t into
my hands.
Read that, - lac cried, excitedly-"rcal
that
lIniiccl that Twistleton seemed nm
N.ll. There WAS "A wild look In his ty.s.
lli- chop was untouched-a reversal u
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